I am so drunk again
Have just drained the whole Wissky
The Corrupting Scoundrels
Stand with me in a "fake flirtation"
My soul full of holes
Uninhabited and Unfurnished
My hands on endless search after a drop
From the sea of love far away from me
The meadows in me full of scars
The skies inside me: Starless
The garish colours have been melted away
The once so wet womb is almost dried out
My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight
Alwas played for my life
Often I begged the moon
To float free for a second
For a moment, that happiness invites me
Used to sleep in tall trees.
Built myself deep caves there
Sought peace among grazing sheeps
Confided in healers and gurus
Inside me the murmur of the graves
The sound of the demons howling
I'm eternally put off till later
Been fooled so many times by a will-o'-the-wisp
My Longing is holding me tight
Holding me tight